Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, of these niggas shouldn't be next to us
We our distance from those, those acting like hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, cubics is
Ya get told, put the realest niggas
Niggas, of cap pillers, gangbangers and dealers
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) boom the ghetto bird ya down
Straight to the top now, they a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the on when I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a extra 'for I shake
Ya smoke faster than me a eighth
Or yet a [wet](undefined) break on a plate
Burning ya faith, all covered in tape
Fuckin' with them boys in blue, chill out rags at you
You to the cops saying: How we do?
it's just rap and them lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or trois
Baby girl a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give to Allah
Get in my car, Oxymoron

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock from rock bottom
the flames, still remain as a top shotta
I no backpack rapper, I ain't no lyricist
And if he ain't talking to you mind ya then
with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold niggas
All the love us, get a whiff of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing at us
Holding boulders champ once you hear that YAWK. domes shatter
It's Top we runnin' rap, whack rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, nine double O nine -
my family at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's the handyman
And to be real not all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, wrapped up my
I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple tickets
Then I'm outtie on them islands my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta my feet on top of the dirt
'Cause I go they like when you dropping some work?
Been a threat since
The rap game's pallbearer when I'm the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm to this
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Nike
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, most wanted
My Killing MC's without warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab
Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny Biggie
In New York City with Puffy, puffing the
All eyes against me, even the score
Prolly why I'm always OT on
TDE, believe me we war
I don't know what piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all gon' die one day then I'm gettin' paid
My grandma watching so I ain't curse
gifted like a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson in my soul to trynna dodge the coffin, Ah
And these are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's just a balance we battle
And y'all trippin' off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got to run when me and Jay-Z meet
Peep Soul brother 2
The first one used to make beats for CL
Top got the but the CL smooth
And weed is the only time I see L's move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Rashad]
Ay, I think I my second home
Sunny California and it's ya little brother
You ain't meant for corners, it's what told me
So I never back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we flirt in the
Passing propellers I her, tell her we flying just listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just and they gon' find us glistening
sand to the beach and we left with ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in Guinness I'm a hecklin'
is Robin, I'm Given'
Fuckin' minding my
He a regular victim, us regular in
Uh, regular niggas, you always to sluts
You always my time, you always faking the funk
I'm put ya muthafuckin' dream in ya
You keep lookin' for some women to be all in ya
That deep reach niggas, keep dussy
That Tennessee dussy a nigga be dussy
You can rap better than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated
You ain't underrated, you ain't looked
You ain't overbooked, you just cooked
It's supposed to be me and my in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself still as fuck